July 14, 2014

They say songs can portray certain parts of your life. That it speaks whatever silence you’re keeping in there, untangling your twisted feelings, perfectly laying them down on the table for your baffled soul using carefully written words and orchestrated symphony. It’s true. And let’s thank the heavens for that — for bestowing this Earth with music gods who are at the helm of decrypting our inner feels when we could not and voicing them out to the world with style.

I thank you, The Script. Thank you for this song that genuinely portrays how my broken soul is doing as of the moment. There’s nothing else that could've expressed it better.

You've read the books,
You’ve watched the shows,
What’s the best way no one knows,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won’t go,
You’re doing all these things out of desperation,
You’re going through six degrees of separation.

You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke,
Fake a smile, lie and say that,
You’re better now than ever, and your life’s okay
When it’s not. No.
You’re doing all these things out of desperation,
You’re going through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

(Oh no there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)
(No no there ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself)

You tell your friends, strangers too,
Anyone who’ll throw an arm around you,
Tarot cards,
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it’s not, no

You’re only doing things out of desperation,
You’re goin’ through six degrees of separation.

No there’s no starting over,
Without finding closure, you’d take them back,
No hesitation,
That’s when you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little

No, no, there ain’t no help
It’s every man for himself